Poem -
puzzling beauty
the same eyes a beauty set
to the glance
what a kill of blue as love is
to the wink
while mumbling
in tongues lashes the lips to lips
of self distances
into disciplines stills the words
of a well tasted rum...mutters and a smile endures
louder
it seems to set the scene
to be seen as soft and royalties
not to be misunderstood in any...norÂ
to languages accented its keys
of Goddesses
now i must ....be me in my drink
of cure to be .....me
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Comments
cool write sir Lorris!..............................................................................Jim
Thank you Jim
Wow Lorris, what an errotic write. I love your way with words my friend. Truly a pleasure to read your work~
Thank you Fish Of The Sea